Hope. Just the word is awesome. Hope. My daughter once told me that if we didn’t have hope, she didn’t think the human race would survive. Interesting. I thought about that a lot and came to the conclusion that she was absolutely right. As Christians we say we live in the hope of the resurrection. We hope for good weather. We hope for good health. We hope our loved ones will not die too early, or without saying goodbye, or some painfully slow death. We hope our team will win. We hope we will get good grades in school. We hope our marriage will last as long as we live. We hope people will love us. We hope, we hope, we hope. Yes, hope may be the very foundation of our life. As Jesus wandered in the desert, climbed the mountain top, or spoke to the masses, he most likely hoped people would hear his message to help the poor, clothe the naked, visit the prisoners, help us to live in truth, mercy, and justice. I hope that I can live up to and into the life Christ called me to be.
“the LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.” Psalm 147:11
I’m not sure when it started, but I know today that I absolutely need light in my life. My house is light, with lots of windows and two huge skylights. I don’t usually dress in somber clothing, light is better, or at least bright colors. I get sad when too many dark, gray days in a row roll by my windows. We often hear about the “Light of Christ,” or “God is light,” giving credence to my belief that light is good. Scriptures tell us that darkness will never blot out the light. Oh God, I certainly hope so. For me light is my soul food. Nourishing my essence. Kissing me with renewed freshness. When I am still and wait for God’s presence, I am filled with sacred light. I love that.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:5
I was named after Saint Rita because my mother believed she was the saint of the afflicted. She named me after this saint because my sister, some 8 years older than me, was born with Down’s Syndrome. My mother thought I might take after my name-saint, Rita, and help my sister. After my sister died at age 37, I decided to do some research on St. Rita. Turns out she is not the saint of the afflicted, but the saint of impossible causes. My youngest daughter thinks there is nothing I can’t accomplish, so maybe the name fits in an odd sort of way. I like St. Rita, and I have been told she is more popular than St. Mary in Italy. I guess we all have a lot of “impossible causes.” Human nature is just that way, a lot of impossible situations we have to pray our way through or around. I’ve never personally prayed to St. Rita, but I know many people who do pray to her. I know my mother, as a good Catholic, prayed to her and lit candles regularly for my sister. May they both rest in peace; I know they have risen in Glory and now live among the saints.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the LORD delivers him out of them all. Psalm 34:19
In my ministry I have always said, “If you feed them they will come.” Of course, we always laughed, but in truth, who doesn’t enjoy a meal together. The first Christians looked upon the last supper as sharing an entire meal, not just some wafers and wine. It is a ritual I wish we as today’s Christians would revive. The meal I most remember from the scriptures is the feeding of the 5,000 when a few loaves and couple of fish fed them all with 12 baskets of leftovers. That is how I view feeding our soul, not only our own, but everyone’s. Somehow, no matter how little or how much we have, there is enough for all. It is how I view my giving, of my time, of my treasure, and of my talent. As busy as I am, there is always a slot to help, there is always another dollar to give, there is always a gift I can give. My life is a meal to share. How about yours?
He who observes the day, observes it for the Lord, and he who eats, does so for the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; Romans 14:6a
Last night I received the sign of the cross in ashes on my forehead as a reminder that I am dust and to dust I shall return. Ashes are the dust of our earthly bodies when the life breath is no longer there. Ashes are remnants of a life lived, perhaps fully, perhaps not. I have the ashes of my most beloved dog, Prince, in my china cabinet. Not because it brings me nearer to him, but because when I see the urn it brings back a flood of memories of the 12 fabulous years I had with him. Ashes. They also remind me I too will be ashes, and I am humbled by the thought of what a mere speck of stardust I am in this holy universe where we are temporarily planted. A mote. May I be a godly mote. And, when my ashes are put in the ground, I have faith my spirit will soar with God. Amen, amen. Ashes.
“..and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.” Ecclesiastes 12:7
I have often said we live in a “magic circle” here in the southeast corner of Delaware. It started to snow here yesterday about 3pm and we accumulated maybe 8 inches of snow during the night. We lost electricity here from 5am to 7am, but not even a flicker since then. Watch, the grid will go down any minute now. Late morning it started to rain and has melted a considerable amount of snow. In this photo you can see patches of grass by the north pond. The blurry spots are water drops on my window.
The real story for us though has been the wind which has reached gusts up to 60mph in this circle. The beaches are eroding, waves of 15-20-feet high have been reported in Rehoboth Beach, and there is massive flooding. Our marina is, of course, under water, as you can see from the couple of shots taken by my daughter, Kristen, at the marina:
A Dock – well underwater.
Gazebo and side fence at high tide.
So, to those of you here and in path of the storm, stay in, stay warm, and don’t drive. The roads are treacherous. Governor Markell has declared a level 2 driving ban in both New Castle and Kent counties. Maryland is under a state of emergency. For more click HERE.
This is a serious storm and areas to the west and north of us are getting hammered with accumulations of two to three feet in some areas. Happy I’m in the magic circle.